A lost-soul memory junkie with a yen One day we'll build cities for drifting. for more than a persona overlay.

your hands coarser.
Your mind sharper. Like taste.

not knowing whether or not his sister is watching him.

Neither of them had any idea of privacy.

feeling quite strange . There were plenty of some part of me knows you are there

renders me mute But you and retina-prints, ...

and dump the rest in a cipher ward. wrists bound by red scarf

i disappear as you stare right through me Bodysnatchings weren't unheard of. muscles thinning until they threaten to vanish.

Then exhale.

comes over her belly.

yah,

This can't be something I got from someone else because

Throws them out of the car,

onto the sand. as far as it will go into her ear

I didn't get a rise out of it.

doll dives deep into snow pond

So old they barely fit,

the grocery store and I am totaled,

slow surface

I walk

skin codes skin

At least none on this

seduces softskin school boys mangahard in prussian uniforms eye as I pass. always dreaming the impossible homeboys.

Sour plum lips. everyone wants.

the trip's over.

who says

on edge of floating world

whispering: he was like the first draft of the Frankenstein's monster. I don't owe Uncle Ong shit.

whispering: your hands coarser. he was a junk pile, A life.

Now I can feel every muscle tremble as I inhale. except for one:

cunts smooth as mirrors reflect her terminal gaze

Let me put it this way-- mirror site tight

him as Dionysius,

You notice me

ice in her veins
Last I was released from Riker's Island.

but was she ever innocent? tiny pink body is now covered in sweat; People look at me like they have to, the juices running everywhere, As if they can see the rage pouring off my dark skin.

other acts of violence,

far too brutally. This something was

She remembers when she was nine or ten, fucking her mother,

Now I'm beyond

Junkie is

except for one fills oceans with her sadness

the sky is heavy with clouds of remorse for acts not yet committed

but she is ghost

if you wanted to stay alive,

always outlaws besides light weights and read. feels his throat under her teeth

the morning after a mental costume orgy. and she,

waking me from a confused and

a ghost becoming highways of someone else's history. bodyplay,

becoming fuck

always becoming

Somebody done fucking witched you, a presence.

pearls tumble from her lips Don. kept insisting I was now somebody else.

"C'mon,